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About Soroca

Little-known fact—hoarding’s a disease, like in *Amour*, where Georges hides his pain, pretending shit’s fine. “It’s nothing,” he’d mutter, while his wife’s dying. Same with cash hoarders—clinging to it, pretending it’s safety. Pisses me off! You’re not safe, you’re just broke slower. I got happy—well, less pissed—when I read about this Swiss nutjob in the ‘90s. Guy buried gold bars, forgot where, lost millions. Laughed my ass off—serves him right, the greedy bastard.

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[1st Verse] We are two broken hearts. You trust me, I will trust you. I will give you my love and my body. Gimme your love. I will be your f*cking whore.

Finally, I get to the factory, and guess what? The shipment of raw materials is late. Like, seriously? I’m about to lose it. I’m pacing around, thinking about how I’m gonna explain this to my investors. My assistant, Ana, walks in and says, “Chill, boss. We’ll figure it out.” I’m like, “Figure it out? We’re on a tight schedule here!”

Dulquer Salmaan and Jasleen Royal to feature in the composer-singer’s Heeriye